The whistle blew as the ball sped under the net-minder and into the back of the net. With what was to be the final strike of the ball, Shona had stopped the the drive from the short corner, chosen her target and had fired in the winning goal. She didn't have time for the realisation of what had occurred to sink in before she found herself being bowled over by her jubilant team-mates as they rushed to congratulate her, their cheers ringing in Shona's ears as they hugged her tightly, showering her in kisses. The victory, St. Mary's first in the tournament's thirty year history was all the sweeter for the fact that it came after a disappointing season. A string of bad results had given the girls from St. Mary's their worst ever finish in the inter-school league, only narrowly avoiding relegation to the second division. They had set out from England for their annual French excursion with little in the way of expectation. Cheered on by a handful of supporters consisting mainly of coaching staff and a few parent helpers, they had progressed far beyond their wildest expectations. Having had to fight their way back into the game after being two goals down, Shona's last gasp strike had not only won the coveted trophy for St. Mary's but had meant they could return home with their heads held high, a measure of their pride restored.
Following a brief ceremony in which they were presented with the trophy, the girls from St. Mary's trooped back to the dressing to shower and get changed.
Shona was a well developed girl and had a body that easily outshone those of her other team-mates. Her breasts were pert, full and firm. She had a narrow waist that tapered out to full, generously curved hips and a firm, well rounded bottom. Her raven hair, freed from the ponytail in which she customarily wore it during games, reached down past her shoulder blades.
Standing in the shower, Shona let the warm water flow over her, washing away the sweat of her endeavours. Occasionally she'd sneak a look at her team-mates, admiring the gracefully athletic curves of the other girls' bodies. For as long as she could remember, Shona had been curious about other girls. In the three years that they'd been roommates, she had often surreptitiously watched as her best friend, Jane, dressed and undressed, admiring her friend's naked body. Her curiosity had become more intense lately, especially in the last few months since losing her virginity when she'd been back home in Ireland for the mid-term holiday. She still smiled when she remembered how envious Jane had been when she'd told her best friend all about that episode. An envy that had lasted for almost six weeks until Jane had also notched up her first conquest.
In the months that had passed since surrendering her somewhat dubious virtue to Kieran, Shona had slept with a number of other boys and two of her teachers. Despite always having had a strong attraction for members of the opposite sex, she had recently began fantasising about what it would be like to have another girl make love to her. She was slightly confused by these conflicting emotions and wished she could tell Jane about it, her friend's appetite for sex was just as voracious as her own, but she was sure her friend would be shocked by such a revelation.
"Want me to rub your back?" Stephanie Miller asked, lifting Shona from her reverie.
"Um, er... Yeah, if you would," Shona replied. She sighed softly as Steph worked her lathered hands up and down her back. "Ooooohhhh," Shona purred as the tip of one of Steph's fingers dragged against the side of her breast. A thrill like a bolt of electricity ran through her at that fleeting contact.
"Ooooops, sorry!" Steph giggled, her fingers moving up to massage Shona's shoulders.
"That's ok," Shona replied as the other girl's fingers smoothed away the tension in her neck and shoulders. She leaned back slightly and felt Steph's nipples rub against her back. Shona had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning as another tingling jolt surged through her.
"Will you do mine now?" Steph asked.
"Sure," replied Shona, quickly lathering her hands and beginning to rub Steph's back.
"You've got a really gentle touch, Shona," Steph said, pressing back against Shona's hands.
"I have?"
"Mmmm, yes."
Steph and Shona were the last to leave the shower. As she towelled herself dry, Shona cast a discrete appraising eye over her team-mate's firm body as the other girl walked around the changing room, stopping to talk to her team-mates, unconcerned by her brazen nudity.
Steph had a very good body, Shona admitted to herself. She was slightly taller than Shona and slightly slimmer in build. Although not flat chested by any means, her breasts, while shapely, full and round, were at least a cup size smaller than Shona's. Her full, rounded hips tapered down to long, gracefully slim legs. As usual, she was smiling, her face framed by her short, bobbed blonde hair.
As Shona rubbed herself with the towel, she imagined that it was Steph's hands that were guiding its movements. Surreptitiously rubbing her mound and her breasts, Shona found herself on the brink of orgasm. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as she came, the effort of holding her body still as she hid her release from her team-mates, added to the sensations. Despite her best efforts she couldn't prevent the small, involuntary shiver that ran through her as her climax peaked.
"You should get dressed, Shona," Steph said, smiling at the other girl, giving her a wink, "We can't have you catching a chill."
"Hmmm, yeah, right," Shona replied, clutching the towel to her, feeling grateful to Steph for providing her with a cover for her trembling body.
As Shona dressed, she wondered about the smile that Steph had given her. Did the other girl know what had just happened? Could she have any idea how the fleeting contact of her fingers against Shona's breast had inflamed her passions? Shona shook her head. No, she thought to herself. Steph was only being herself, showing friendly concern for another member of the team.
There had been wine served at celebratory dinner. By the time the girls took to the dance floor in their hotel for the after dinner party, Shona's head was buzzing. More than a little drunk, she slipped outside for a cigarette. As she sucked the smoke into her lungs, she began to relax. She'd been on a high all evening and this had been the first chance she'd had to sneak away for a few minutes by herself since the game had ended. She occasionally took a slightly nervous look around the corner of the building. While a blind eye had been turned to the St. Mary's girls having a few drinks, Shona knew that the staff in charge of the hockey team wouldn't be so lenient if she was caught smoking. At best, she could expect to be dropped from the team, at worst, she could be expelled from St. Mary's. Confident that there was no one around who would report her, she took another long pull on her cigarette.
Having puffed happily for several minutes before finally stubbing her cigarette out, Shona walked round to the front door of the hotel. She was somewhat surprised when she found Stephanie Miller waiting just inside the entrance. "Are you OK?" the other girl asked. "I saw you sneaking outside and thought I'd better check."
